Dancing together like a single form.

Keeps emotions infinitely warm.

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Thunder provides a steady beat.

To the rainy overture as dancers meet.

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A flash of lightning brightens in light.

Providing a strobe for the duet tonight.

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Dipping a partner in the growing breeze.

Winds wisp violently among the trees.

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Hold each other in the potent deluge.

The soft inviting arms, a temporary refuge.

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Kissing deeply in endless sheets of rain.

Serious doubts that either will complain.

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Soft lips quenched drenched in moist dew.

Quickly stealing an embrace or two.

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In an increasing maelstrom they twirl around.

Until resting together on dampened ground.

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Passions increased, no care that it’s wet.

Seeing how much closer they can get.

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Very dank clothes will get in the way.

Quickly removed as the dancers play.

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Caressing hair, gently touching faces.

Warms insides, near, and faraway places.

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Soaked to the bone, the puddles run deep.

Saturate two bodies in intimacy’s keep.

The end of the dance they dress in the rain.

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Sweet and tender skin almost too much.

Goosebumps appear where their lips touch.

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Their own fury matches that of the storm.

Now a dance on ground, again single form.

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In water-logged clothes, none can complain.

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Last a retreat: dry clothes, cottage, and fire.

A bed warm blanket, the dancers retire.

-aaa ⛈️ ⛈️⛈️

Originally Published 04/08/2024